BURN SHITKILL SHITLIKE YA NEVER EVER HADMUSTA DONE IT 30 TIMES LAST NIGHT IN YOUR HEAD

EVERYTHING IS SHIFTING ITS ALL TURNING RED

BY THE END OF THE NIGHT THAT MOTHER FUCKER WILL BE DEAD

AND REMEMBER WHAT WE’VE SAID

NO TURNING BACKAND NO REMORSENO MOTHER FUCKING PITY FOR HIS COLD DEAD CORPSE

2nd verse

(tempo goes back to what it was before)

Driving to your house with a forty in the back seat

Plus an m19

With some bullets layin at my feet

Pull up in the driveway

Hatchet in hand

Time to make him pay

Time to execute the plan

Okay, look

Just get me in the house

And then get your brothers out

wouldn’t want em to see

Then I’d have to off them as well

I watch you open the door, as the excitement overwhelms

We both hear a shout

“Why the fuck were out!”

Chorus:

(tempo change)

GOING FUCKING MADWHILE YOU STABBING UP YOUR DAD

BURN SHITKILL SHITLIKE YA NEVER EVER HADMUSTA DONE IT 30 TIMES LAST NIGHT IN YOUR HEAD

EVERYTHING IS SHIFTING ITS ALL TURNING RED

BY THE END OF THE NIGHT THAT MOTHER FUCKER WILL BE DEAD

AND REMEMBER WHAT WE’VE SAID

NO TURNING BACKAND NO REMORSENO MOTHER FUCKING PITY FOR HIS COLD DEAD CORPSE

Verse 4:

My blood boils over

I run into your house with my gun and my cleaver

He’s going for his rifle

I shoot him in this knee

His movement is stifled

And yet I still need

For you to strike the other leg

Bloodline betrayed

Kill the mother fucker who messed with your brain

you pull out the 40, and blow off his hand

I stuck the cleaver in his back

And stuffed his face with sand

Lined him up against the wall

And took a step back

Looked at him like a doll

It’s the final attack

Time to watch the fucker fall

Thats when we blow him away

Bullet hell is the way

Death by firing squad is the sentence we gave

Pull some holes in your wall

While I’m laughing my ass off

He’s still tryna crawl

So I blow his head up

Euphoria rushes through my every bone

Killing that prick’s got me in the zone

So lets kill some motherfuckers, before I head home

Spot your mom coming in, with a bottle of gin

Stabbed her up with my hatchet and cut her limb from limb

Payin for dey sins

We leaving them in tins

guess das where this ends

Enough said

Call me up, if ya ever need a little bitch dead

Off with they heads

Tie em to a bed

Setting off flames

And inflicting dread

Abusers, losers, we cut em all up

Fuck off if ya got a problem, cause das what’s up

WHAT!!!

(abrupt sound cutting out)

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Tell me whatchya think, I’m a bit uncertain on this one, I think there’s something I’m not quite getting. I’ve been working on recording all of these that I write, but I feel like my lyrics need a bit of work, the main reason I haven’t gotten some out was that I have nothing good to record vocals with.